Cocktails With Kelly
Tuesday, June 27th, 2006Everyone watch the blonde fondle a horse.
The table is set for six hundred.
The ancient symbol staked on parchment paper;
light from tiny candles; cattle farms
Cascading across the most beautiful tracts
Of small-town repetitive West.
Just try to peek inside the tent.
It’s like a lost world in there
with the blinding flashes of a photo booth
Spitting passport pictures of women
Stamped […]